After all, he said, being bored is better than being dead. Well, thought I, this chap has some information that I don’t have. This warrants some research. Of course, weren’t no use in questioning the fella further … I mean, who can truly read the wisdom in a set of raised eyes? Perhaps its the wave of the hand? He was very sure of himself. He repeated it twice, and both times to a different question. Is this electioneering on…
On the safe reopening of our Demockratic Parliament. Funny how when we age we wallow in the comforts of things we protested about when we were young. The rape and pillage of the Earth, the racism, the deflections, the corruption of democratic process, we were once so determined we would not allow to happen again – at least on our watch – become a fluffy blanket in which to insulate our final years. God damn the submarines! Plough on, plough…
A brief interview with Foul Tudge – Architect of the Robo-debt scheme and current holder of the musical chair for Immigration*, from his view of the world atop the king’s Parliament House. “7 million! You didn’t!”, said I. “We did. I mean, you did, you gave $7 million to the Red Cross.” “7 million! Well that makes me feel better. At least we, I mean you, can sleep easy knowing that all those humans stranded here in the Lucky Country…